Free The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm by Andrea Forsythe Page A

trying to get herself into a less ungainly position. “I overdid it. You’re such a great little filly I forget how green you really are. Shhhh...” She knelt beside her and started to stroke the ponygirl’s back and shoulders, willing her to accept the spread eagled stomach, stomach lying position. After a moment, Tiger’s muscles relaxed and she lay peacefully on the dirty floor of the barn, unconcerned about the dust clinging to her and getting into her hair and face. Sally watched as the ponygirl gave up her human thoughts of dignity and cleanliness and gave herself over to the long, deep, relaxing strokes of her trainer’s hands. “That’s a good girl... shhhh...” Sally started to massage the mare, working her way from her shoulders and then carefully down each arm including the hands before she came back to the back and worked her way down the spin and ultimately down both of her legs. Tiger was entirely blissed out at this point and the trainer thought she might actually go to sleep on the dirt floor if she wasn’t roused soon. Sally herself stood first and then gave a gentle tug on the reins.
    “Hup, girl. I need to check if you’re sound and I can only do that while you’re on your feet.” Slowly and with some care the mare came to her feet. Sally could tell she was still a little sore from being fucked and teased in such a strained position for so long, but the massage had worked most of the kinks out of her muscles and she stood easily. Sally started a second rub down, massaging her from back to front. She lingered at the chest, cupping and rubbing the ponygirl’s generous brown-nippled tits for several moments before moving down her chest, the inside of her thighs, and her legs. She picked up both legs one after the other, bracing them on her shin just as a farrier does when he inspects a horse’s feet. She rubbed the pads of the mare’s feet and the calf muscles. She stood back for a moment to inspect her handiwork, and the transformation was amazing. First the mare had been a bundle of nerves, completely unsure what to expect from this experience. Then, the trainer had brought her to her limits until her muscles quivered and strained. Now she was completely relaxed, standing placidly with her eyes half closed in bliss. She looked every inch like a seasoned, relaxed mare enjoying a rest in her tack.
    It was time to saddle up.
    Sally first dressed herself again. She took care, cleaning the dust and bits of debris from her riding breeches and shaking out her jacket before donning them. Then she walked to the corner and picked up the large saddle. All of the straps were set to the shortest lengths which meant that the ponygirl had actually never worn it. Sally got a little thrill from the knowledge that her training was going to be real, not just a roleplay. Gently and carefully, the trainer eased the saddle onto Tiger’s back. She lengthened the straps and pulled them over her arms. There was a place where the arm straps should buckle to the mare’s existing harness, and Sally attached them before she tightened the arm straps. There were three places where the saddle attached to the harness at the waist and she made sure these were secured before passing the large hip belt over and buckling it at the front. It was thick and very padded, and Sally spent several moments making sure it was tight without being overly restrictive. If it slipped down the ponygirl wouldn’t be able to use her hips to bear her rider’s weight. There were stirrups hanging from the sides, and Sally had to guess a little at their length. She was generally good at gauging stirrup length but she had only done so for bio-horses. The mare was still relaxed, so Sally spent several minutes working on the fit. She buckled the strap at the collar bones and adjusted it against the length of the shoulder straps until the chest was also bearing the weight of the saddle and future rider. When she was reasonably sure that the fit was